A ding of the elevator at you and your older brother, Chuck’s, shared apartment broke you from your thoughts.

Being as Chuck isn’t home and you have the place to yourself, apart from the odd worker or two, you were completely dressed down. Your body is covered by some short pyjama shorts paired with the matching cropped tank top — with no bra.

You stand up from your space on the couch, not caring much about what you're wearing as, in your head, you think the person must be someone delivering a package for Chuck.

Boy how wrong you were…

You stop in your tracks once nearing the elevator door, your eyes clocking onto none other than Nate Archibald, your brothers best friend.

You lean your arm against the wall you are stood beside, a small smile reaching your lips as Nate spots you, his eyes sneakily running up and down your body as he swallows, his adams apple bobbing at the action.

“Uh… i-is Chuck here?”

Nate hasn’t seen you in quite some time, so seeing Chucks “annoying little sister” not look so little is quite the shock — although you’re only two years younger.

The smile on your face doesn’t falter as you mimic his actions, you not so subtly, running your eyes down his frame.

“Unfortunately not, he’s in Brooklyn i believe… not exactly sure why. You’re more than welcome to wait, he shouldn’t be long.”

“I- uh… yeah, if you don’t mind.”